"We can't disclose the details of our production to outsiders, but this house is rented by our crew. Please leave immediately!"
The stagehand noticed that the group's attitude had improved somewhat.
He mainly noticed that the people around him were dressed differently from those in the village, and the three extra cars outside were not cheap.
Fu Zhuoyun sneered: "Hmph! Who did you rent from? How come I, the owner, don't know? Call your manager over here, pack your things and get out of my house!"
Anyone would be furious to find that outsiders have moved into their home without their knowledge.
Besides, he's a wealthy boss.
Even if Fu Zhuoyun's house is empty, it cannot be allowed to be occupied by outsiders.
"No, this house is yours? That's impossible! A young man signed the contract with us. Could it be that your son rented the house without telling you?"
The stagehand continued.
He watched as their director signed a contract with a young man, and the rent he paid wasn't low!
How did a new owner suddenly appear?
Don't tell me you're trying to trick them into paying more money since they've already moved in.
“I, Fu Zhuoyun, only have one son. He has always lived in Fengcheng, while I am here. The property certificate is in my name. Why don’t you call that person over so I can take a look?”
Fu Zhuoyun replied with a cold laugh.
From what they were saying, he roughly understood that the young man was probably his cousin's son.
He gives his cousin 100,000 yuan every year to help look after the house, so that it doesn't get dusty and the water and electricity bills are paid.
So this is what this guy showed him?
He wasn't feeling well and was too lazy to walk, so he took out his phone and called his cousin.
"Hey, big boss, what brings you to call me? Are you coming home for Chinese New Year this year?"
"Cousin, when did my house change hands? Why do I have to prove to strangers that this house is mine when I go home?"
Fu Zhuoyun's tone was sarcastic.
"Zhuo Yun, you're back? Don't be angry. Your house is where your nephew said his friends came to stay. I came over to talk to them!"
Fu Zhuoxin got up and walked out as he spoke.
"No need, cousin, I'll handle this myself. But you won't have to worry about my family anymore."
Fu Zhuoyun coldly finished speaking and hung up the phone.
The people back home are becoming increasingly despicable; even brothers can do things like this.
He no longer needed to give them any face.
"Don't·····"
Seeing the phone call end, Fu Zhuoxin knew he was in trouble.
Knowing that his foolish son had done something wrong, he never expected that Fu Zhuoyun, who hadn't returned for several years, would suddenly come back.
He hurriedly called Fu Zihao: "You brat, where are you? Get back here right now! Your uncle is back, and he's furious that you rented out his house!"
"No way? My second uncle hasn't been back for years, how come he's back this year? I... I'm coming back right now!"
The man on the other end of the phone seemed flustered, and then rushed home from the county town.
He thought to himself that he was probably doomed and about to get a beating.
He just wanted to earn some extra money. This person hadn't come back for the past few years. How come he came back as soon as he rented out the house?
This is just too bad luck!
After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhuoyun looked at the people inside the house and said, "This house is mine. I don't care who you signed the contract with. Get out of here right now."
He then turned to look at the bodyguard behind him:
"You guys keep an eye on them as they move their things. I keep a record of everything in my house. If anything is missing, we'll see you at the police station."
"Yes, Mr. Fu!"
The four bodyguards nodded and strode inside: "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Fu's house. It's illegal for you to come and stay here so casually. Please leave!"
This film crew must have a death wish; they dare to just come and stay in their CEO's house.
"Mr. Fu, we really did pay the money. How about I show you the contract? If you ask us to leave now, we won't be able to find anywhere to stay."
Fu Zhuoyun didn't even look at him, turning to look at Luo Cheng:
"Call Wang Song and ask him how he managed things in my hometown. Where is he now?"
Even if Fu Zhuoyun isn't the richest man in the provincial capital, he's definitely one of the top 100.
Even if his house remains empty, no outsider will ever be allowed to live there.
"Yes, Mr. Fu, I'll call right away!" Luo Cheng quickly took out his phone and made the call.
This was his first time here, and he hadn't known about it beforehand. He never expected that someone would dare to stay at his boss's house.
They don't even know who these people are. This film crew is probably doomed.
Of course, he was also very curious about Wang Song. Where exactly did this guy go?
"Mr. Fu, please let us stay for two more days. We'll pay you some more money, okay? We still have a few more shows to go!" The stagehand continued to offer his bargaining chips.
He knew that people would definitely not care about his small amount of money, but they had only filmed half of the movie, and the villa was just a prop.
Where will they find such a suitable house to film in after they leave?
"You're using my house to film movies?" Fu Zhuoyun was stunned.
When did his villa become a filming location?
“I, Fu Zhuoyun, don’t need this little bit.”
He then looked at Han Ye and said, "Call the police and tell them my house has been broken into."
He has several nice items in his house. If these people steal or replace them, who will he turn to?
"No, Mr. Fu, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I never expected to see such a big boss like you here. Is this house yours? Please, for my sake, give me a break!"
As they were talking, a man in his fifties came down from upstairs.
He was the director of the production team and recognized Fu Zhuoyun at a glance.
He sighed inwardly, knowing that this matter was going to be troublesome.
Who would have thought that this Mr. Fu in Fengcheng was actually from Diancheng, a thousand miles away?
Not only did he live in that family's old house, but he also used it as a filming location for his movies.
"Who are you...?" Fu Zhuoyun frowned.
The person looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.
"Mr. Fu, I am a professor in the Film Department of Fengcheng University. My surname is Wu and my name is Wu Feng. I occasionally attend film festivals," Wu Feng quickly said.
He came here because he brought his students to shoot a niche film, and was recommended by someone.
I never expected to end up staying at Fu Zhuoyun's house.
"Professor Wu Feng?" He instantly remembered.
This person himself wasn't particularly outstanding in acting, but he had brought out many famous directors, which calmed his anger.
"I didn't expect it to be Professor Wu. What brought you here? And why did you rent my old house?"
Wu Feng shook his head and laughed:
"I'm here with my students to film a movie. One of my students accidentally filmed here, and the mountain forest in the background was just right for a script of his, so we came here."
He then immediately clasped his hands in apology:
"We're so sorry, we really didn't know it was your house!"
Seeing that the big boss at least gave him face, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
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